( even eddie's love-goggles aren't enough for him to dismiss the mess of tears, snot, and drool on his wife's face. he grimaces as he lifts a stray piece of fabric from the ground and uses it to clean off waylon's mess of... fluids... he does his best not to look too disgusted, and he's rather gentle with his downstrokes, but it's still pretty gross.

regardless, a man should be prepared to love his wife through thick and thin, even when she's looking almost too gross to touch. )

Nonsense. I'll prepare a soup for us both, the way mother used to. It will do wonders for your recovery.

( when he's done nearly suffocating waylon with his cleaning cloth, he folds it neatly like a handkerchief and presses a kiss to waylon's temple. )

Rest easy, now. I'll let the television play in my absence.

( too much tv rots your brain, but waylon can watch some. as a treat.

at the far side of the room, an ancient boob-tube sits stacked with VHS tapes and antenna. someone should tell eddie about the advent of satellite tv. for now, waylon will have to settle for a classic episode as eddie stalks away. the tape has seen so much usage, it skips and whirs at certain parts, but hopefully waylon gets the point. )